hahahahahahahahaha

"This is an alley?" He pivoted around, a complete three-hundred-and-sixty degrees. "Where’s the trash? Where’s the winos? What kind of alley is this anyway?"


"A Canadian alley, Ray." Fraser replied somewhat stiffly.

hollsk, i blame it all on you.

the temptation to write a due south snippet revolving around the talking trashcans is becoming nearly irresistable.

and i bet i didn't save the chat transcript, either. those damn garbage cans. courtesy only takes an extra moment, you know.

cim gets a plot bunny

cim thing: harry's so clean that the thought of something someone couldn't help about themselves freaking someone out would freak him out.
cim thing: then it would occur to him that homophobes can't help being homophobic and he'd think he shouldn't blame them for that, and, presto, like an evil computer in star trek: tos, he'd emit smoke and sparks and explode.
wax_jism: hahahaha
cim thing: the great thing is that with all the times they used that tactic, it never occurred to them except as a last resort, even, like, the 10th time.
wax: hahahahaha
cim thing: instead of, say, they see the computer and spock goes, 'ah. if you would allow me, captain, i believe i can handle this. computer, is it not true that anything that threatens things is bad? and is it not true that you also threaten things? ah. then does it not follow that you are bad and that, in fact, to protect things you should destroy yourself?' (muffled boom.) '...captain, if you would care for a game of chess?'
cim thing: hm. i'm going to post that. i adore my spock.
wax: well, it would be sort of a boring episode.
cim thing: not if it ended with sex.
wax: right

if i could fall into the sky do you think time would pass--us by?

oops!

so i accidentally dialed 911 while trying to call my favorite cousin, who lives in the 913 area code, although i had already dialed a 1. since i thought that 1 automatically transfers you to your long-distance carrier, i thought it wouldn't do anything, so i just went ahead and called aubry. and left a message. and then the police showed up. they were rather suspicious. 'does the dog bite? could she come out of there so we can see everyone's fine?'

very diligent policemen, they were. i was quite embarrassed.

very fast, though.

and...:

i may start wearing a bra all the time just to avoid answering the door for policemen without one on.